Isaiah 38:13

I said, “In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol.

I am deprived of the residue of my years.”

I said, “I won’t see the LORD,

the LORD in the land of the living.

I will see man no more with the inhabitants of the world.

My dwelling is removed,

and is carried away from me like a shepherd’s tent.

I have rolled up my life like a weaver.

He will cut me off from the loom.

From day even to night you will make an end of me.

I chattered like a swallow or a crane.

I moaned like a dove.

My eyes weaken looking upward.

Lord, I am oppressed.

Be my security.”

What will I say?

He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it.

I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.

Lord, men live by these things;

and my spirit finds life in all of them.

You restore me, and cause me to live.